The new novel (her third) by Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie has been sumptuously produced.
(I noticed in Waterstones yesterday that publishers are really pulling out all the stops in making their books desirable physical objects.)
The texture of the dustjacket alone on Americanah (published this week) made me pick it up and read the opening page, but not without first of all pawing and stroking it.
I haven't read any Adichie, but now I want to, and I will.
This interview is from last Sunday's Observer.